The Nathanos* Blightburners have been having a rough time lately.

When news of the Alliance's rebuilding of the Azeroth Federation reached the Undercity, Nathanos knew his days of leisure were over.

Because it was his duty as a former ranger general to ensure the safety and unblocking of the tribe's logistical transportation lines, and it was also a task that was personally given to him by Her Majesty the Queen at the beginning of the war.

As the only human disciple of Queen Sylvanas and the only human ranger general in the past, Nathanos was confident in handling this important task at the beginning of the war and repaying Her Majesty's trust in this way.

After all, the journey from the Undercity to Hillsbrad isn't that far, and most of the Silverpine Forest is within the Forsaken's sphere of influence. On the whole, the entire supply line is still in a relatively safe rear, and there is no risk of encountering large-scale attacks and sneak attacks. You don't even have to go out yourself, as long as you choose a general who is steady and cautious along the way, you can easily do it.

This is especially true when the last of the human forces in the Hillsbrad Hills are almost entirely surrounded by the town of Southsea.

Nathanos had expected this easy life to last until the end of the war, but that was gone when the traditionally neutral mages of Dalaran and the Gilneys, who had only hid behind the walls of Greymane, returned to the Alliance.

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In just one week, against this supply line, the alliance side has attacked as many as nine times!

The wind-swept Gilneys and the elusive Mage Dalaran not only destroyed a large amount of supplies that were originally planned to be sent to the front line, but also caused the transport force to lose a whole wing in several attacks, which was more than a thousand elite Forsaken warriors!

This qiē angered the Nathanos* withercallers, who were not too interested in the war with the Alliance. directly got rid of the lazy little thought that was not an outsider before.

So this time, after receiving a handwritten military order from the Great Chief Sal to strengthen the protection of the supply line. Nathanos decided to regain his bow and lead his four plague dogs. Personally lead the team on a journey.

Not only that, but the disgraced Nathanos* Blightcaster even pulled out a thousand Forsaken cavalry directly from the reluctant Baron Rivendell to serve as the escort force for this convoy.

You know, Thrall, who is far away in Tarummere, has already equipped him with a team of 300 orc wolf knights and 50 Kodo beast hoplites from the Wrestling Dragon Legion as mobile support!

[I hope those guys who don't know whether they are dead or alive still have the courage to come to the door!] 】

Looking at this escort team composed of more than 1,300 elite cavalry, Nathanos couldn't help but have thoughts of revenge in his head.

Throwing off the distractions in his mind, under the heavy rain, the withered with an indifferent expression still led the convoy escorted by the troops to trude forward on the muddy road.

The rapid depletion of supplies on the front line, coupled with the fact that a real battle will soon be staged. The stockpiling of strategic materials has become a top priority for the tribal side. So even in such bad weather, Nathanos decided to keep the team moving at full speed, only stopping occasionally to take a break.

Fortunately, the Forsaken did not have zài physical exhaustion, and the Minotaur was also known for their strong endurance, even the orc wolf knights with the worst endurance in the team, a mere two or three days of rapid marching was not too much of a burden, which made this emergency trip not affected by the rainstorm weather for several days.

But it's not just bad road conditions that can be caused by heavy rains!

It was a rolling stretch of riverbank hills, and the rain curtain formed a mist that obscured the view. Behind the mist with very low visibility, a dense forest of pitch black trees stood like a wall. Suddenly, however, two undead sentinels sprang out of it, covered in arrows. They stumbled and fled in the direction of the convoy. The two undead sentinels who had been badly injured were running and warning the large army of deaths.

Nathanos' eyesight was far beyond ordinary people, and he recognized the identities of the two for the first time. It was the second scout he had sent to the dense forests on both sides of the road to reconnoiter the second!

And what this sudden situation means is self-evident!

"Prepare for battle!"

With his backhand, he untied the longbow from the back of the skeleton warhorse, and the wither's originally cloudy eyes began to glisten, and one command after another exploded from his hoarse throat:

"The convoy folded the caravan into a defensive line and defended it on the spot!"

"All the Forsaken Knights assemble the Kodor Beast cavalry as arrows to form a sharp array!"

"The wolf knights line up alone, wandering on both sides of the battlefield and acting as a reserve!"

"Good!" The Blightcaster's stiff face pulled a sinister smile, and he muttered to himself with a little excitement, "I thought you guys wouldn't have the courage to show up!" ”

However, before Nathanos could be excited about his "good luck", the face that had been hanging on his face froze there.

Blue and gray flags appeared in the forest.

Beneath the banner are human troops marching in a group.

The uniform pace continued to exude the might of the army, and the silver-gray armor still shimmered with a dazzling magical aura even under the dark rain curtain, even though the armor of many soldiers was already scarred and tinkered, but it did not reduce the fierce pressure that this force brought to others.

A look of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Nathanos* withercaller with a smile in his smile. He had served as the commander of the undead sentinels for a while, and he was in charge of the intelligence system, but he was unable to judge the origin of this army from the other party's flag and number.

But no matter from the perspective of the opponent's sophisticated equipment and fierce momentum, the other party will obviously not be an unknown miscellaneous army! .

More and more tough sergeants are coming out of the dense forest, slowly walking in the pouring rain.

A calm and restrained sound of orders pierced through the wind and rain, and from time to time the sound reached Nathanos's ears. Non-commissioned officers and heralds on horseback galloped in front of and behind the queue, flags flying.

"Quickly form a team!"

"Keep going!"

At the sound of the order, the human veterans who looked like they had survived the bloody battle had just left the forest, and the queue was still a little scattered. However, it has advanced less than 100 meters. This unknown force, which numbered in the thousands, had already formed a layered array in front of the eyes of the witherers!

Enemy!

The comer is not good!

Such thoughts quickly crossed the minds of the experienced Nathanos* witherers. A wisp of unnoticed worry crept into my mind.

A thick and swift bolt of lightning streaked by, and the dazzling electric light, though fleeting, was enough to make the darkness under the rain curtain as bright as day!

With the deafening roar of thunder, a middle-aged paladin armed with a sword and shield stepped out of the array and rode his horse in front of the battle array. The Nathanos* witherer, who noticed the other party for the first time, clearly saw that the other party's handsome face was full of a confident smile, and looked at his side with great interest.

Five hundred yards, which is a distance at which both sides can only observe each other quietly.

Nathanos* Blightburner's face was a little ugly, and his left hand, which held the Ironthornwood Longbow, was even a little nervous and tight.

The power of the other party's majestic Holy Light was too terrifying for the Forsaken.

The surging and pure holy light that naturally emanated from the middle-aged paladin's body was even three points stronger than the ash bringer Mograine who had been caught in the battle to regain the Undercity!

The Nathanos* witherer, who has always been quite proud of his strength, even had thoughts in his mind that it would be difficult to resist the other party, and this pair was very strong. It's unimaginable for the Blightburner who has already crossed the threshold of a heroic master!

"Leave the supplies you are escorting, and you and your subordinates can get out of here safely!" Stretching out his long sword and lightly tapping in the direction of the hundreds of caravans that formed a three-layer defensive circle, the powerful paladin smiled and spoke kindly.

It looked like a casual saloon chatting with an old friend, not an ultimatum on the battlefield.

"Do you think that's possible?" Suppressing the faint uneasiness in his heart, Nathanos, who was stimulated by the other party's understatement, asked with a cold face and without hesitation: "I don't have the habit of surrendering without a fight!" ”

"Hey, he's a hardliner!"

The paladin shrugged his shoulders as if distressed, and said in a regretful tone:

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple."

As soon as the words fell, the next second, the long sword in the paladin's hand swung down suddenly. One man and one rider seem to turn into a white lightning bolt, and one horse takes the lead and comes straight to the wither!

The long sword raised in the rain brought up a mist like an arc of silver light. A holy sword that burst out with dazzling holy light raised high. The paladin's charging figure on horseback was particularly clear in the rain. The human non-commissioned officers, who had already completed their formations and waited for orders, seemed to have received a signal, and they invariably raised their swords as they advanced.

The snow-white blades of the sword in the mist were endless, as if a cold and shining forest had suddenly risen; The phalanx began to flow, and the pace of each human sergeant continued to grow faster and larger, and finally it was almost full of rage!

Hundreds of white horse knights armed with silver hammers and dressed in mythril armor stepped out of the crowd and followed the paladins to launch a charge, accompanied by a series of holy light salutes that resounded through the battlefield, and a series of brilliant holy lights rose from these knights, and reflected each other!

The silver-gray armor connected to each other in the light of the holy light, and from a distance it looked like a thread glittering in the rain. The line is constantly changing, and it is moving forward in the midst of change. Since the Silver Hand was forcibly disbanded, it's been a long time since hordes of paladins have charged on horseback in the land of Azeroth!

The pupils of the Nathanos* withered narrowed slightly, the bowstring trembled, and in the next second, three arrows flashing with a strange green glow flew out to take the only unprotected head of the paladin who was not protected by armor!

However, what happened next made the wither, who was a former Ranger General, suddenly sink in his heart!

An inconspicuous arrow shot out from the dense forest, and in the blink of an eye, it completely knocked down Nathanos's barrage of arrows! (To be continued......)

ps:ps:1 Yesterday and at the same time to change shifts, I took the shift for him yesterday, he took the shift for me today, all the original yesterday's updates I moved to today~~~

ps:2,New July~ Kneel and beg for all kinds of support! ~~

PS:3 Updated Word document. After the code is finished, I always feel that the typesetting is unreliable.,After reading this chapter, the book review sù I have nothing different, I1292.